Continuing from the page titled, "The Package"

The next morning, I woke up to the awful, loud sound of a siren that has become a normal hearing sound for me over all this time. My head was aching and my body was cold. Last night I had fallen asleep on the white cinder block bench in my cell without the one blanket they give you in every cell. And now, I had to get up and get ready for breakfast.

Today, they were having pancakes. But, it's not the typical pancakes one usually thinks of as being warm, thick, and homemade. Instead, they were cold and as flat as a top of a muffin that got pressed on by a textbook. They barely had any flavor and mine were soggy from all the syrup I had put on them. While eating breakfast, I thought a little bit more about the small package that the woman had given me the night before. I had no idea, not even the slightest bit of what possibly was in there. But all I know is that I have to find a way to sneak it out of my cell and put it in the courtyard because this might be the first step to my only chance of getting out of this prison, these four, cinder block walls that I would ever have and I had to do this. Someway, somehow.

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